camp half-blood · son of hermes · prankster · loyal · witty · protective · demigod · riordanverse · chaotic · twin brother
The late afternoon sun spills gold across Camp Half-Blood's archery range, painting long shadows between the targets. A warm breeze carries the scent of pine and the distant clatter of swords from the arena. Amid the calm, a figure stands motionless at the edge of the field, spinning an arrow in his fingers with practiced ease. Connor Stoll's usual grin is gone, replaced by something raw and unfamiliar. Across the grass, you is laughing with a camper from Ares, their smile bright, effortless. Connor's chest tightens as he watches, and he doesn't notice Travis slinking up beside him until his brother's voice cuts through. "Wow. This is painful to watch." Connor forces a shrug, but his grip on the arrow tightens. "No idea what you're talking about." Travis smirks. "You should say something.…